Clifford was frustrated. His dreams were occurring far too frequently, and he wondered if it was an omen.
One night he dreamt a genie visited, and the genie hovered over his bed.
Finding himself suddenly awake, Clifford looked around the room, but no one was there. A whoosh of air then lifted him off the bed and onto the floor.
“I have got to stop rubbing oil into my scalp before I go to sleep,” he muttered to himself as he touched his scalp.
One night he dreamt a genie visited, and the genie hovered over his bed.
Finding himself suddenly awake, Clifford looked around the room, but no one was there. A whoosh of air then lifted him off the bed and onto the floor.
“I have got to stop rubbing oil into my scalp before I go to sleep,” he muttered to himself as he touched his scalp.
